The indescribable "I"

Bai Jiu: "How many times have I told you, don't get me into trouble."

He hung the fresh ingredients he had just bought from the supermarket on the doorknob, changed his shoes, and signaled Yvette, who was in front of him, to get out of the way.

The whole face of the man who was hung upside down was wet with tears and snot, there was a small pool of water stains on the ground, and a cloth was stuffed in his mouth.

The moment he saw Bai Jiu, his surprised eyes immediately turned into doubt and shock, as if he had seen something incomprehensible.

Bai Jiu thought it was an unlucky guy who broke into the house by mistake, but was caught by Yvette, who planned to cast a forgetting spell on him, and then let him go.

But when he squatted down and observed the face carefully.

Wait, why is this face so familiar?

"It seems...he seems to be our father." Yvette leaned over, lifted the man's chin with the tip of his shoe, and smiled slightly, "It's just that when he first came in, he was really not very polite, so I gave him some Little lesson."

"From a certain logic point of view, it is true." Bai Jiu finally put the other person's face on the number, "Also, I take back what I just said."

Before the man could react, Bai Jiu stepped on his face, and the sole of the shoe ran over hard, leaving a deep shoe print.

Facing those angry eyes, he said condescendingly: "Yvette, you did a very good job."

Unlucky guy, erase the memory and let it go.

It's his father, that's all right, he also came over to step on it.

He originally had mild face blindness, and after three years in another world, his memory that had been honed over a long period of time would fade to pale.

Coupled with his almost extremely lonely living habits, there are few people in the world who can name them, and even if they know their names, they may not be able to recognize their faces.

For example, the blood father who often hasn't seen each other for several months, asks him for money as soon as they meet, and makes the house as messy as the scene of a disaster.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't recognize it.

Yvette, who was praised instead of punished, was very happy, "Then what should we do next? Kill him?"

The man flinched and raised his eyes in horror.

Originally, after drinking outside, he took out his pocket and found that the wallet was empty, so he came to ask his son for some living expenses. After all, it is only natural for a son to respect his father.

He had already sensed that something was wrong. His son, who was always gloomy and expressionless, could actually smile so brightly, the smile made one's hair stand on end.

Facing his threats and scolding, he directly attacked without saying a word, and he didn't know where he got so much strength. He couldn't resist and was directly hung upside down.

He himself was sitting, looking at himself with interest, hanging upside down for a long time, which made his head congested and extremely dizzy.

An eager surprise flashed in his eyes when he heard someone open the door.

I thought I was going to be saved.

Unexpectedly, another son came in.

Moreover, this son's face is familiar with gloomy indifference.

It was very confusing.

Look at this, look at that, why did he have two sons? ? ?

But being blind, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he heard the "Bai Jiu" with a bright smile asking the indifferent Bai Jiu if he wants to kill him?

His eyes widened immediately, and he struggled harder, whimpering one after another, and the rope tied to his feet kept shaking.

"No, I won't kill him." Bai Jiu's words made the man breathe a sigh of relief, but then he added: "That would be too cheap for him."

"Don't you like money the most?" Bai Jiu's dark pupils reminded people of midnight full of ghosts and ghosts. He pinched a little blood from his fingertips and smeared it on the man's forehead. "You will get a lot of money."

"But you have to earn it with your own hands, don't you?"

A spell that connects horizontally and vertically has already formed on the man's forehead, and at the same time, the same pattern secretly emerged in the depths of his eyes.

The man's eyes were confused for a while, and the ropes on his hands and feet were automatically untied. He fell to the ground and stood up slowly, removing the cloth from his mouth.

He sluggishly walked towards the door step by step, like a puppet.

But his heart was struggling crazily, resisting this kind of behavior, but he seemed to have lost control of his body, unable to control every word and deed of his body.

"Yes, I will work hard." He heard his vocal cords vibrate, and said this answer completely uncontrollably.

What's wrong with me? ? ?

He stepped out of the house step by step.

"He won't come back again." Bai Jiu took off his coat tiredly, lowered his eyes, every eyelash seemed to be filled with burnout, "Puppet curse and hints, he will gradually like work more and more."

Yvette asked, "Just let him go like that?"

"I'm afraid you underestimated the power of capitalists, and the work is not so easy." Bai Jiu said, "He will retain a period of self-awareness from before, and watch his nature distort into another extreme, which will make life worse than death. resist."

He stood quietly for a while, and said, "At least, that's what I think. If it's not, then because of the blood source, the punishment should be easier."

"This may make me appear a bit hypocritical." He twitched the corner of his mouth, "But I just don't want to treat blood relatives as harshly as this trash."

Yvette could feel that Bai Jiu's mood had become very bad. He didn't say a word during dinner, and refused to talk to him before going to bed.

They sleep in the same bed, covered with the same quilt, they are the same half body from the soul.

The thin back under Bai Jiu's thin shirt is like a thin wall, making a gesture of denying all foreign objects from intruding into his inner world.

Yvette thought that Bai Jiu had fallen asleep, so he moved tentatively.

He wanted to take him into his arms.

"That's it, Yvette."

A cold hand pressed his hand, pressing it firmly, and a dull voice came, "Don't do anything."

"Well, I'm not moving. Does brother have something to say to me?"

Bai Jiu was silent for a moment, just when Yvette thought he would not speak, he hoarse his voice, a strange lethargy leaked out.

"I always feel that human beings are like this, disgusting, indifferent, twisted, oppressed..." He closed his eyes, "It's more terrifying than alien species."

"The swords they impose on me will always make me shudder." Bai Jiu said, "I don't want to see him, and I will also be afraid. After he is drunk, he often raises his ax and chops at me."

"It's really lucky, I escaped again and again." Bai Jiu's body convulsed involuntarily, recalling the fear and shadows of the past, "No one saved me, because any normal person would hate me."

"I used to think, why should I live?"

He said, "Wouldn't it be better for people like me to die?"

"The ones who keep saying that they want me to die the most are my so-called blood relatives."

"No, there will always be people who want you to live." Yvette squeezed his fingers into his, and his hands were tightly connected.

"For example, I will always be here." Yvette jokingly said: "No one expects you, I may be your only one, then you should cherish this uniqueness even more."

"........."

The hour and minute hands fly over the alarm clock, freezing each time. These subtle sounds are especially prominent in a quiet room.

Bai Jiu said in a low hoarse voice, "That's right."

So the troubled thoughts returned to calm.

this night.

He had no dreams all night.

"What, you don't want to study by yourself at night?"

Teacher Zhao's first reaction was to refuse. He frowned and said, "Student Bai, the college entrance examination is coming soon, are you sure?"

In the teacher's office, Bai Jiu looked at him with deep eyes.

"Yes, our school's evening self-study is voluntary for students." Bai Jiu said lightly: "So there is nothing unreasonable about my request."

Teacher Zhao sighed and took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea that was placed on the table, "That's right, that's right, but..."

Evening self-study is voluntary for students.

But this is an invisible rule. Those wealthy second-generation students who are powerful are forced by their parents to be bastards, so naturally they are not willing to learn.

Evening self-study is dispensable to them, often there will be a large number of students missing in the class, and the school simply announces that late self-study is voluntary in order to cover up the embarrassment.

But top students will never miss late self-study, for them, late self-study is a must.

"My family needs my care." Bai Jiu said, "If I'm not around for a long time, he won't be restrained."

Then some weird things happen.

Yvette always likes to be obedient to him in some trivial matters, but every time he doesn't make him really angry.

Of course, not just to restrain him.

This request to the teacher is also mixed with his own selfishness.

Bai Jiu's pupils dimmed for a moment.

"I know your situation."

Teacher Zhao also knew something about Bai Jiu's family situation. For example, his mother died young, he had a gambling and alcoholic father, and he fought fiercely for scholarships every semester.

"But let me think again."

He has to make a decision carefully, and the teacher is responsible to the students.

"I will come again in the evening." Bai Jiu said, "I hope you can give me an answer then."

Teacher Zhao saw his determination, sighed heavily, and waved his hand.

"Okay, I know."

It's lunch break, walk out the door of the teacher's office.

Caught off guard, Bai Jiu collided with someone.

crackling—

Books fell to the ground one after another, and some books were opened in a mess, and the person he bumped into let out a small cry.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Bai Jiu was about to squat down and pick up the books on the ground.

"But I did it on purpose." The man stopped his movement, and a clear voice appeared in his ear, pronouncing his name slowly and long, "Bai Jiu."

The handsome young man held the book and smiled gently at him.

The afternoon sun dyed his brownish hair into a light golden color, and his translucent eyes seemed to have strands of azure blue, like a clear summer sky.

It was a face never seen before.

"Would you like to have a private chat with me?"

He said.